To all the motherless women Out there, This weekend very well may suck. It may suck from start to finish, Or it may have intermittent suckage, Or it may just … Continue reading To all the motherless women out there…
Tag: screaming into the void
Every memory a eulogy.
Every story I share about my father Every memory I hold Feels invariably like a eulogy And the trouble is, I’m not sure for whom. He died seventeen years ago, … Continue reading Every memory a eulogy.
Dear Diana.
Dear Diana, Who loses herself In empathy for everyone else From the tiniest field mouse To her own abusers, But who holds sympathy For her own lifetime Of pain Like … Continue reading Dear Diana.
Eternally Egypt.
The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Six months.
כֹּל עוֹד בַּלֵּבָב פְּנִימָהנֶפֶשׁ יְהוּדִי הוֹמִיָּה,וּלְפַאֲתֵי מִזְרָח קָדִימָה,עַיִן לְצִיּוֹן צוֹפִיָּה; עוֹד לֹא אָבְדָה תִּקְוָתֵנוּ,הַתִּקְוָה בַּת שְׁנוֹת אַלְפַּיִם,𝄇 לִהְיוֹת עַם חָפְשִׁי בְּאַרְצֵנוּ,אֶרֶץ צִיּוֹן וִירוּשָׁלַיִם.𝄆 Kol od ba’le’vav p’nima, Nefesh yehudi ho’miyah. … Continue reading Six months.
Conventionality.
Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
Small.
The world has a way Of making you feel so Small, Filled with awe and wonder At the quiet hugeness Of it all. Mountains. Lakes. Deserts. Oceans. Forests. Rivers. Earth. … Continue reading Small.
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
The tragic tale of my favorite color.
I am an elementary school art teacher. Color is kind of my thing. Admittedly, it’s been my thing since long before the art teacher gig. I’ve had a passion for … Continue reading The tragic tale of my favorite color.
Some random stuff.
I’ve been unable to write lately, for a number of reasons, most of them logistical. Early spring is an extremely busy time in our household; my husband travels a lot … Continue reading Some random stuff.
Journeys in the Dark 